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The Poet's Descent.

Stamped: 8.4.09

for Lermontov.


And like Lucifer cast out of symposium
the poet descended from his stained-glass
apotheosis.
He didn't write his way there--
the shrine was built in his likeness,
unwilling though.
The poet's descent felt to him
like Isaiah in the golden chariot.

For he was among his subjects,
brethren.
And like Christ cast out of earth,
the poet ascended to his marbled
paradise.

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